The thought of wearing these thrills me a little, though, like the prospect of a roller-coaster ride. I pick up a pair of black leather heels and hol... them up to my nose. New. Unmistakably new. I sniff a purple velvet slipper and that never-worn smell is there too. I feel woozy at the thought of the money that must have been spent on all this. A little guilty, too. Was all this really bought for me? This closet is every girl’s dream, but butterflies start dancing in my tummy as I look more. Wouldn’t anyone, if they were in my shoes?Still, I selected “no.” Whatever strange force—and yes, I already believed something supernatural was at play—had infected my camera and posed me a question with such an obvious answer had wasted its time. Sure, I wanted change. Wanted it more than anything. That’s why I was going to force it; tonight, by my own hand.Then, would you like to change the lives of those you hold dear?I hadn’t expected another message.The faces of the two women I lived. "I-I can't stay" Is all I could muster from my mouth. And then it hit me. This is the mayors son, Shane. "Look at me I'm soaked." I said as my eyes darted around the bar to see if the audience had went back to their norm. Thankfully they had. I threw a 20 and a 10 on the table and bolted for the door hoping no one could see through my shorts from the back while covering my front with my purse. "What is wrong with me?" Came from the back of my head loud and clear. I never scared easily but wow I. "The following evening, after dinner, Becky told John to give her a half hour and then come to the room. He was to take his clothes off outside the door and then enter. John wanted to know what the surprise was but Becky refused to tell him. She just said, "You will like it, I promise."John waited exactly 30 minutes and hurried upstairs. He quickly stripped outside the door and then reached for the knob. He was nervous as he slowly turned the knob and opened the door. He gasped as he stepped.